I swear that Richard Cohen starts his latest serving of pox-on-all-their-houses pablum this way:
Wherever I go -- from glittering dinner party to glittering dinner party -- the famous and powerful people I meet (for such is my life) tell me how lucky I am to be a journalist in this the greatest of all presidential contests.
To paraphrase Pauline Kael, I'm not sure why the Post doesn't just go ahead and headline his column "we dare you to read this tripe." Although you have to give Cohen credit for truth in advertising...
--Scott Lemieux
